77LuckyJynx

The breath of the wind sighed low thrusting petals of snow just barely in front. Not yet enough to veil the paw prints lying visibly on the snowbank. From here, the wolves ran. On and on they kept, crossing the heat of the day to the high lucid winds of night. Their legs pushed them onward in hopes of reaching the end of their journey. In hopes to reach paradise. During their search, a snowstorm took place. Forced to take shelter in the caves, they sat, waited and hungered. “Oh man, I sure am hungry…” The youngest of the four wolves mumbled. Like the others, he sat up hidden in his human guise, a technique that all wolves mu

Hugging the ground by the lilac tree, With shadows of conspiracy, The black cat crouches in awe Awaiting with death in each bared claw For the tender unwary bird That all the summer I have heard In the orchard singing, oblivious in its state The cat that is its savage fate, And I chose a stone with which to send Slayer, not victim, to its end. I look to where the black cat lies, But drop my stone, seeing its eyes- Who sins now, those eyes say, You the hunter, or I the prey? – 77LuckyJynx